* View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qzb5BP-YztA * Can't throw more of my half done stuff out here... This is not my art thread...
I am not even gone yet over the weekend and the Necrons already took over? @CommissarGaunt is going to love to see this.... :3
Necrons Disguised as Tau... yes! geez... Are you sure you want to bring the Tau cron up.... Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooold...
Explosions, muffled in the distance begin to shake the tavern as they rapidly begin to resonate with greater and greater frequency and volume of noise until the very foundation of the building begins to shake violently as if the wrath of the Emperor threatened to tear it down. Suddenly, the eastern facade explodes inwards in a shower of plaster, dust, and old crumbling facades as an entire squad of stormtroopers dressed in matte black carapace, their breastplates marred with the silver, steel gaze of the Inquisition. Fanning out and covering all the patrons, the smoke and dust begins to settle as a shadow slowly walks forward behind them. Taking out an Iho-stick and tapping it lightly causing the burning discharge to briefly light up a scarred face to reveal a heavily scarred canvas of roping tissue that somehow still resembles a human facade. Twin auburn eyes pierce accusingly moving from victim to victim before the figure moves towards the bar counter, reaches over with the grace of a Baneblade trying to spin on a dime and uses his power fist to "gingerly" open a cask of ale. Lifting the contents of the barrel up and draining it with surprising speed, the figure tosses the now-empty barrel over his shoulder without a care of where it lands. Splintering from the force, the cask shatters into hundreds of pieces as its oak structure is annihilated. Letting out a long burp, the figure raises his gloved finger to his mouth and finally speaks. "Do you fething bastards know how bad the traffic was to get back here!? Oh and you called you filthy mongrel @Uriel1339 ?"
